Chapter 14
Although Hermione didn`t have much time to think about what she had read on the paper over the next few days, she couldn`t ignore it when she lay in her bed that night. Her and Malfoy had arranged to meet the next day during Potions, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures – their first three classes. They would attend all of their classes after lunch and read over their extra materials that night. Alone. Apart. FAR apart, because they were sure to be biting each other`s heads off if they stayed together too long.
Hermione was thoroughly overjoyed about missing Potions classes, although she didn`t want to know how much material she would be missing in Transfiguration classes. She hoped that Professor McGonagall would understand that it would be pointless to start research during Potions, and then stop for a Transfiguration class and then go back to their research, because it would disrupt everything and the amount of work finished would be miniscule.
Hermione noticed that Malfoy was already gone from his bed, and didn`t feel sorry in the least because she knew it would be much more pleasant without him in the room to bother her about something stupid that would start another row.
As Hermione pulled on her robes and prepared to spend nearly three hours with Malfoy, she tried to think of ways to be exceedingly nice to him, because she wasn`t enjoying their long, drawn-out fights that they frequently had when they were in the same room as one another, and she was open to absolutely any ideas whatsoever on how to stop them. It took more energy than she wanted to waste to argue with him, and it had to stop.
Sighing, Hermione threw her book bag, which was full of stacks of parchment and numerous quills, over her shoulder. She had a feeling that she would be bringing many books back to the room for her to study at night as well. The more she could study without the presence of Malfoy bearing down upon her mind, the better.
Hermione glided easily down the stairs and decided to skip breakfast and go straight to the library. As she came to the table next to the restricted section, she set her bag down and glanced over at the other table where Malfoy was already sitting, his hair falling into his eyes and his tongue poking out of his teeth as he read something from a worn old book.
Hermione took a breath to say hi, but then she remembered what he had said about not wanting her to say anything other than the bare necessities, so she refrained from being polite. Being polite only wasted time.
Hermione walked into a row of books and reached for a book when an arm pulled her away from the shelf and threw her out of the restricted section completely. She landed in a heap on the floor.
Picking herself up, she found herself face to face with an angry- looking Madam Pince.
``What do you think you`re doing?`` she demanded, and Hermione used all of her will power to not roll her eyes. What did she THINK that she was doing? Parasailing?
``I was looking for books on my studies.`` Hermione said in what she hoped was a calm voice, because she was already frustrated and ten minutes were already wasted. It angered her more to see that Malfoy was showing no signs of getting up to help Hermione. She turned to look over at him and he didn't even acknowledge that she was here, which she thought was very rude. She made a mental note to be excruciatingly nasty to him.
``Where is your note?`` she ordered and Hermione was surprised at her angry tone. Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell her that there would be two students using the Restricted Section?
``Um. . . Professor Dumbledore should have –`` Hermione began, but Madam Pince interrupted her.
``No note, no entrance.`` With that, Madam Pince stalked away, and Hermione rounded on Malfoy.
``Why the hel –``
``Language, Granger.`` Malfoy said icily and he didn't even bother to look up at her while he spoke, and instead kept his eyes glued on his book that he was reading.
``God, Malfoy. You know, the least you could have done was backed me up. You`re acting like you don`t want to do this.`` Hermione said in a motherly fashion.
``Gee, ya think?`` Malfoy said sarcastically as he turned the page, still not bothering to look up at her face for one second. Hermione felt anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could he stand to be this way? Didn`t he have any feelings at all?
``What`s your problem?`` Hermione asked him angrily as she glared at him – not that he would notice in the slightest anyway, but it made her feel better to do it anyway, knowing that she could continue to glare no matter what.
``E=mc2.`` Malfoy said, and Hermione stared at him.
``O. . . Kay. . .`` she said slowly, wondering why he was reciting muggle logic while he was arguing with her, but she decided not to answer this. He was probably winding her up.
``Well, if we`re not going to get any work done, then I need to work on my Muggle Studies work.`` Hermione said, and Malfoy looked up at her for the first time, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.
``How is it, Granger,`` he stressed her last name in order to prove that he was following his part of the deal and not calling her mudblood or any other foul terms.
``That you`re so stupid that you need to study about muggles, even though you LIVE with them?`` Malfoy asked incredulously, and Hermione almost agreed with his logic. ALMOST, that is.
``I prefer to study things from a wizarding point of view.`` Hermione said matter-of-factly as she brushed her robes off.
``Whatever.`` Malfoy muttered and returned to his book.
Hermione, deciding to try to get into the Restricted Section of the library again, walked purposely over to it and began to pull out books. Before Madam Pince could see her, she dashed out and shoved the books in her bag as she muttered an enlargement charm. She was going to be taking many books with her.
~+~
Over the next few hours Malfoy sat in the corner table, reading his book, and Hermione continued to dash in and out of the shelves, grabbing books that looked as though they would be needed, and shoved them into her bag, which was now becoming increasingly heavy.
``Alright.`` Hermione said at last, as she was sure she had gotten quite enough books for a while. "We need to meet somewhere," she continued, and when Malfoy didn't show her any sign that he was listening, she snatched his book away.
``OKAY?`` she said, and he blinked at her with a blank look in his eyes.
``Malfoy?`` she asked quieter, and he continued to stare and blink at her, as though he were lost or something.
``What`s my name?`` he asked in a bubbly voice and he stared at her while he awaited her answer.
``Shut up and start packing your stuff, Malfoy.`` Hermione said as she rolled her eyes and began to walk away.
``Is that my name?`` he asked in a slightly raised voice as she walked away. She stopped and whipped around. What on EARTH was he trying to pull?
``Your last name, yes.`` Hermione said, and he gave her another blank stare. She was sure that he was trying to trick her and make her appear stupid now, and she wasn`t going to fall for it, she wasn`t THAT stupid, at least, not anymore. Perhaps she would have fallen for something like this when she was a first year, but she had gained something that she liked to call intelligence and experience.
``Who are you?`` he asked, and Hermione looked at him as though he were crazy. WHAT was he doing? Trying to make her look like a total fool?
``Hermione Granger . . .`` she said slowly
``You`re pretty.`` He said, and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Even if Malfoy was obviously NOT feeling alright, she didn`t ever expect to hear those words, or anything like them, ever coming out of his mouth. EVER.
``Um . . . I think you need to go see Madam Pomfrey.`` She said, still trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
``Ohh, wait a minute.`` Malfoy held his head for a minute and then blinked a few times.
``I remember what I was thinking about a few minutes ago when I was reading my book.`` Malfoy said, and Hermione told him to continue, hoping that this would help them figure out what was wrong with him.
``You`re hot and I wish you were a pureblood so that I could date you.`` Malfoy said triumphantly, and Hermione stared at him. Something was DEFINETELY wrong with him, now she was sure.
``Um . . . Can I have the book?`` she asked, hoping to distract him and find some answer as to why he was suddenly being scary. She had always thought she wanted Malfoy to be a nice guy, but now that it appeared to be happening, she decided that she preferred him as a mean jerk.
Hermione opened the book and flipped through the pages. There were blank pages until she hit a page near the middle. There was a picture of Malfoy and it was glaring at her through the frame. The mouth appeared to be talking, but she couldn't hear anything. She looked at it in dismay for a second, and then looked at the empty page next to it, when the picture gestured violently, and saw words forming across the page in Malfoy's loopy writing.
[Damn you Granger! When I find out what you did to me, I`ll curse you so bad that you`ll wish you were dead, ya hear me? Dead.]
Hermione smirked at the thought.
[Let me out of here.]
Hermione`s smirk vanished. She didn't even know how he had gotten in there in the first place. And how could he be in there if she was talking to him. Malfoy was sitting next to her, and Malfoy was talking to her through the little book as well, which made no sense at all.
``Well,`` Hermione said slowly as she looked around to make sure that nobody else was around. She didn't need anyone else to be involved.
``Truth is, I didn`t do anything.`` She muttered, and the Malfoy in the picture scowled at her.
[Like I believe that, MUDBLOOD.]
``Just for that, I`m not going to help you.`` Hermione said, and she made to close the book, but stopped when words began flying across the paper.
[You can`t just . . . just . . . CLOSE the book! That`s unfair and rude! MUDBLOOD.]
Hermione simply shook her head and began to close the book again when more words flew across the paper in a flurry of scribbles and chicken scratches and Hermione could barely read the words that Malfoy had written.
[Look, I`m – what I mean is – I think – shit. Sorry, alright Granger? S-O-R-R-Y.] the words were flying across the page rapidly. Hermione's smirk grew – she had just made a Malfoy apologize to a muggleborn.
``Are you always as pretty as you are now?`` Malfoy asked her, and she jumped. She had forgotten that he was still out with her (somewhat) while she had been talking to him in the book.
When Hermione glanced back at the book, there was a block of letters scribbled on the page, and more were being added as she watched.
[What the HELL did he just. . . how the . . . MAKE IT STOOOOOOP! WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME DO?! GRANGER, SHUT HIM UP! THEN GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOW! OUT! OUTOUTOUT! DON`T BELIEVE ANYTHING THAT HE SAYS, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU CURSED HIM!]
Hermione simply smirked at the page. The Malfoy that was out with her was obviously saying things that the Malfoy in the book wasn't too fond of.
When she turned to watch the Malfoy that wasn't in the book, she began to realize that she didn't like him that much either, or at least not the habits he seemed to have picked up. He was chewing on one of her quills and scribbling over her notes. Something needed to be done. It was as though the Malfoy out here had been transferred back in his childhood, but his body was the same as a fifteen year old.
Hermione snapped the book shut and looked at the cover.
It said:
Malfoy Family Soul ReCaption of the Younger Years
Hermione stared at the words. Was recaption even a word? And what on earth was `recaption of younger years`?
Hermione`s mind was blank - something she never had to worry about normally - and she needed to think of something. If she didn`t do anything, then this could lead to big problems that would never be fixed.
~+~
Hermione was continuing to figure out what had happened to Malfoy that day, and she wasn't any closer to the answer than when she had started. None of the books that she read even MENTIONED anything like the problem that Malfoy had, and if she didn`t figure something out soon, she would be discovered.
In order to try to disguise the fact that Malfoy wasn`t REALLY there, she had cast a memory charm on him in front of his friends so they would think that he was just losing his memory of everything, not that he was about two years old.
Classes were another problem.
She had to DO his homework partially, because she would talk to him in the book to get his exact wording, then she would copy it down onto his parchment - while she took great care to make sure that it looked like his writing - and then she would make the `Malfoy` that was outside of the book turn the papers in.
All of this added work was starting to take its toll on Hermione. She had bags under her eyes and yawned frequently. She had even fallen asleep while she was trying to find a cure for Malfoy`s problem.
And, even though Hermione was doing all of this extra work for him, the Malfoy in the book was relentless with his insults. He insulted everything about her, and she was getting fed up with everything, and she exploded that night when she was doing his potions essay.
~+~
Hermione was copying down some of his answers when he insulted her.
[Granger, you`re getting uglier.]
It took Hermione a second to realize that he had written something, but when he did, her anger took the better of her.
``You know what? I`ve been working my ass off trying to keep YOUR STUPID grades up, and then you insult me? I`ve been doing TWICE the work of everyone else trying to make it look like nothing happened to you, and DON`T write that, you and I both know that it`s YOUR DAMN FAULT that you are stuck in the stupid book, and I DON`T CARE anymore. Stay in there for eternity. I`ll BURN the book when I want to, alright? So have a GREAT TIME while your grades fall and you DIE.
`` AND YOU DESERVE TO DIE!`` she continued. Although she should have been screaming with all of the anger present, she was barely whispering, her voice colder than ice, and her eyes glaring with white-hot intensity.
``You`re just an ungrateful pig that doesn`t care how many lives you ruin as long as yours if perfect. Do you have any idea what people really think of you? The only people that DON`T insult you are the Slytherin morons that hang out with you.`` Hermione glared at Malfoy`s picture with hate that had been building up for quite some time.
``Everyone HATES you. You exist to be our hells on earth, and I`m sick of it. I can`t wait to see what Hogwarts will be like without YOU RUINING IT.`` Huffing Hermione took the book and drug it to her face.
``I hate you and everything about you. I hate anything that REMINDS me of you. You are scum, not me, YOU. You poison the earth and eat away joy. You`re worse than a dementor, because you leave your victims to suffer in pain. I hate you, Draco Malfoy.``
Hermione picked up her book bag, cast a last contemptuous glance at the book, and chucked it in the fire.
``I hate you.`` Hermione said again and she stormed out of the Library and back to the Advanced Transfiguration dormitory with heat visually radiating off of her body. Nobody spoke to her in the halls and nobody bothered her when she entered the dormitory. Professor McGonagall excused her from the class and told her that Mr. Malfoy was in the dormitory as well.
Hermione laughed sardonically and stormed up the stairs.
She would never have to deal with Malfoy again.
~+~
A/N: Alright, so who expected that?
I am sorry about the text, I had to use `` for quotes and ` for apostrophies, because it is better than " and ' . . . right? I know it`s weird, but it works.
Please R/R!
--Saquoia--
Although Hermione didn`t have much time to think about what she had read on the paper over the next few days, she couldn`t ignore it when she lay in her bed that night. Her and Malfoy had arranged to meet the next day during Potions, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures – their first three classes. They would attend all of their classes after lunch and read over their extra materials that night. Alone. Apart. FAR apart, because they were sure to be biting each other`s heads off if they stayed together too long.
Hermione was thoroughly overjoyed about missing Potions classes, although she didn`t want to know how much material she would be missing in Transfiguration classes. She hoped that Professor McGonagall would understand that it would be pointless to start research during Potions, and then stop for a Transfiguration class and then go back to their research, because it would disrupt everything and the amount of work finished would be miniscule.
Hermione noticed that Malfoy was already gone from his bed, and didn`t feel sorry in the least because she knew it would be much more pleasant without him in the room to bother her about something stupid that would start another row.
As Hermione pulled on her robes and prepared to spend nearly three hours with Malfoy, she tried to think of ways to be exceedingly nice to him, because she wasn`t enjoying their long, drawn-out fights that they frequently had when they were in the same room as one another, and she was open to absolutely any ideas whatsoever on how to stop them. It took more energy than she wanted to waste to argue with him, and it had to stop.
Sighing, Hermione threw her book bag, which was full of stacks of parchment and numerous quills, over her shoulder. She had a feeling that she would be bringing many books back to the room for her to study at night as well. The more she could study without the presence of Malfoy bearing down upon her mind, the better.
Hermione glided easily down the stairs and decided to skip breakfast and go straight to the library. As she came to the table next to the restricted section, she set her bag down and glanced over at the other table where Malfoy was already sitting, his hair falling into his eyes and his tongue poking out of his teeth as he read something from a worn old book.
Hermione took a breath to say hi, but then she remembered what he had said about not wanting her to say anything other than the bare necessities, so she refrained from being polite. Being polite only wasted time.
Hermione walked into a row of books and reached for a book when an arm pulled her away from the shelf and threw her out of the restricted section completely. She landed in a heap on the floor.
Picking herself up, she found herself face to face with an angry- looking Madam Pince.
``What do you think you`re doing?`` she demanded, and Hermione used all of her will power to not roll her eyes. What did she THINK that she was doing? Parasailing?
``I was looking for books on my studies.`` Hermione said in what she hoped was a calm voice, because she was already frustrated and ten minutes were already wasted. It angered her more to see that Malfoy was showing no signs of getting up to help Hermione. She turned to look over at him and he didn't even acknowledge that she was here, which she thought was very rude. She made a mental note to be excruciatingly nasty to him.
``Where is your note?`` she ordered and Hermione was surprised at her angry tone. Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell her that there would be two students using the Restricted Section?
``Um. . . Professor Dumbledore should have –`` Hermione began, but Madam Pince interrupted her.
``No note, no entrance.`` With that, Madam Pince stalked away, and Hermione rounded on Malfoy.
``Why the hel –``
``Language, Granger.`` Malfoy said icily and he didn't even bother to look up at her while he spoke, and instead kept his eyes glued on his book that he was reading.
``God, Malfoy. You know, the least you could have done was backed me up. You`re acting like you don`t want to do this.`` Hermione said in a motherly fashion.
``Gee, ya think?`` Malfoy said sarcastically as he turned the page, still not bothering to look up at her face for one second. Hermione felt anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could he stand to be this way? Didn`t he have any feelings at all?
``What`s your problem?`` Hermione asked him angrily as she glared at him – not that he would notice in the slightest anyway, but it made her feel better to do it anyway, knowing that she could continue to glare no matter what.
``E=mc2.`` Malfoy said, and Hermione stared at him.
``O. . . Kay. . .`` she said slowly, wondering why he was reciting muggle logic while he was arguing with her, but she decided not to answer this. He was probably winding her up.
``Well, if we`re not going to get any work done, then I need to work on my Muggle Studies work.`` Hermione said, and Malfoy looked up at her for the first time, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.
``How is it, Granger,`` he stressed her last name in order to prove that he was following his part of the deal and not calling her mudblood or any other foul terms.
``That you`re so stupid that you need to study about muggles, even though you LIVE with them?`` Malfoy asked incredulously, and Hermione almost agreed with his logic. ALMOST, that is.
``I prefer to study things from a wizarding point of view.`` Hermione said matter-of-factly as she brushed her robes off.
``Whatever.`` Malfoy muttered and returned to his book.
Hermione, deciding to try to get into the Restricted Section of the library again, walked purposely over to it and began to pull out books. Before Madam Pince could see her, she dashed out and shoved the books in her bag as she muttered an enlargement charm. She was going to be taking many books with her.
~+~
Over the next few hours Malfoy sat in the corner table, reading his book, and Hermione continued to dash in and out of the shelves, grabbing books that looked as though they would be needed, and shoved them into her bag, which was now becoming increasingly heavy.
``Alright.`` Hermione said at last, as she was sure she had gotten quite enough books for a while. "We need to meet somewhere," she continued, and when Malfoy didn't show her any sign that he was listening, she snatched his book away.
``OKAY?`` she said, and he blinked at her with a blank look in his eyes.
``Malfoy?`` she asked quieter, and he continued to stare and blink at her, as though he were lost or something.
``What`s my name?`` he asked in a bubbly voice and he stared at her while he awaited her answer.
``Shut up and start packing your stuff, Malfoy.`` Hermione said as she rolled her eyes and began to walk away.
``Is that my name?`` he asked in a slightly raised voice as she walked away. She stopped and whipped around. What on EARTH was he trying to pull?
``Your last name, yes.`` Hermione said, and he gave her another blank stare. She was sure that he was trying to trick her and make her appear stupid now, and she wasn`t going to fall for it, she wasn`t THAT stupid, at least, not anymore. Perhaps she would have fallen for something like this when she was a first year, but she had gained something that she liked to call intelligence and experience.
``Who are you?`` he asked, and Hermione looked at him as though he were crazy. WHAT was he doing? Trying to make her look like a total fool?
``Hermione Granger . . .`` she said slowly
``You`re pretty.`` He said, and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Even if Malfoy was obviously NOT feeling alright, she didn`t ever expect to hear those words, or anything like them, ever coming out of his mouth. EVER.
``Um . . . I think you need to go see Madam Pomfrey.`` She said, still trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
``Ohh, wait a minute.`` Malfoy held his head for a minute and then blinked a few times.
``I remember what I was thinking about a few minutes ago when I was reading my book.`` Malfoy said, and Hermione told him to continue, hoping that this would help them figure out what was wrong with him.
``You`re hot and I wish you were a pureblood so that I could date you.`` Malfoy said triumphantly, and Hermione stared at him. Something was DEFINETELY wrong with him, now she was sure.
``Um . . . Can I have the book?`` she asked, hoping to distract him and find some answer as to why he was suddenly being scary. She had always thought she wanted Malfoy to be a nice guy, but now that it appeared to be happening, she decided that she preferred him as a mean jerk.
Hermione opened the book and flipped through the pages. There were blank pages until she hit a page near the middle. There was a picture of Malfoy and it was glaring at her through the frame. The mouth appeared to be talking, but she couldn't hear anything. She looked at it in dismay for a second, and then looked at the empty page next to it, when the picture gestured violently, and saw words forming across the page in Malfoy's loopy writing.
[Damn you Granger! When I find out what you did to me, I`ll curse you so bad that you`ll wish you were dead, ya hear me? Dead.]
Hermione smirked at the thought.
[Let me out of here.]
Hermione`s smirk vanished. She didn't even know how he had gotten in there in the first place. And how could he be in there if she was talking to him. Malfoy was sitting next to her, and Malfoy was talking to her through the little book as well, which made no sense at all.
``Well,`` Hermione said slowly as she looked around to make sure that nobody else was around. She didn't need anyone else to be involved.
``Truth is, I didn`t do anything.`` She muttered, and the Malfoy in the picture scowled at her.
[Like I believe that, MUDBLOOD.]
``Just for that, I`m not going to help you.`` Hermione said, and she made to close the book, but stopped when words began flying across the paper.
[You can`t just . . . just . . . CLOSE the book! That`s unfair and rude! MUDBLOOD.]
Hermione simply shook her head and began to close the book again when more words flew across the paper in a flurry of scribbles and chicken scratches and Hermione could barely read the words that Malfoy had written.
[Look, I`m – what I mean is – I think – shit. Sorry, alright Granger? S-O-R-R-Y.] the words were flying across the page rapidly. Hermione's smirk grew – she had just made a Malfoy apologize to a muggleborn.
``Are you always as pretty as you are now?`` Malfoy asked her, and she jumped. She had forgotten that he was still out with her (somewhat) while she had been talking to him in the book.
When Hermione glanced back at the book, there was a block of letters scribbled on the page, and more were being added as she watched.
[What the HELL did he just. . . how the . . . MAKE IT STOOOOOOP! WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME DO?! GRANGER, SHUT HIM UP! THEN GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOW! OUT! OUTOUTOUT! DON`T BELIEVE ANYTHING THAT HE SAYS, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU CURSED HIM!]
Hermione simply smirked at the page. The Malfoy that was out with her was obviously saying things that the Malfoy in the book wasn't too fond of.
When she turned to watch the Malfoy that wasn't in the book, she began to realize that she didn't like him that much either, or at least not the habits he seemed to have picked up. He was chewing on one of her quills and scribbling over her notes. Something needed to be done. It was as though the Malfoy out here had been transferred back in his childhood, but his body was the same as a fifteen year old.
Hermione snapped the book shut and looked at the cover.
It said:
Malfoy Family Soul ReCaption of the Younger Years
Hermione stared at the words. Was recaption even a word? And what on earth was `recaption of younger years`?
Hermione`s mind was blank - something she never had to worry about normally - and she needed to think of something. If she didn`t do anything, then this could lead to big problems that would never be fixed.
~+~
Hermione was continuing to figure out what had happened to Malfoy that day, and she wasn't any closer to the answer than when she had started. None of the books that she read even MENTIONED anything like the problem that Malfoy had, and if she didn`t figure something out soon, she would be discovered.
In order to try to disguise the fact that Malfoy wasn`t REALLY there, she had cast a memory charm on him in front of his friends so they would think that he was just losing his memory of everything, not that he was about two years old.
Classes were another problem.
She had to DO his homework partially, because she would talk to him in the book to get his exact wording, then she would copy it down onto his parchment - while she took great care to make sure that it looked like his writing - and then she would make the `Malfoy` that was outside of the book turn the papers in.
All of this added work was starting to take its toll on Hermione. She had bags under her eyes and yawned frequently. She had even fallen asleep while she was trying to find a cure for Malfoy`s problem.
And, even though Hermione was doing all of this extra work for him, the Malfoy in the book was relentless with his insults. He insulted everything about her, and she was getting fed up with everything, and she exploded that night when she was doing his potions essay.
~+~
Hermione was copying down some of his answers when he insulted her.
[Granger, you`re getting uglier.]
It took Hermione a second to realize that he had written something, but when he did, her anger took the better of her.
``You know what? I`ve been working my ass off trying to keep YOUR STUPID grades up, and then you insult me? I`ve been doing TWICE the work of everyone else trying to make it look like nothing happened to you, and DON`T write that, you and I both know that it`s YOUR DAMN FAULT that you are stuck in the stupid book, and I DON`T CARE anymore. Stay in there for eternity. I`ll BURN the book when I want to, alright? So have a GREAT TIME while your grades fall and you DIE.
`` AND YOU DESERVE TO DIE!`` she continued. Although she should have been screaming with all of the anger present, she was barely whispering, her voice colder than ice, and her eyes glaring with white-hot intensity.
``You`re just an ungrateful pig that doesn`t care how many lives you ruin as long as yours if perfect. Do you have any idea what people really think of you? The only people that DON`T insult you are the Slytherin morons that hang out with you.`` Hermione glared at Malfoy`s picture with hate that had been building up for quite some time.
``Everyone HATES you. You exist to be our hells on earth, and I`m sick of it. I can`t wait to see what Hogwarts will be like without YOU RUINING IT.`` Huffing Hermione took the book and drug it to her face.
``I hate you and everything about you. I hate anything that REMINDS me of you. You are scum, not me, YOU. You poison the earth and eat away joy. You`re worse than a dementor, because you leave your victims to suffer in pain. I hate you, Draco Malfoy.``
Hermione picked up her book bag, cast a last contemptuous glance at the book, and chucked it in the fire.
``I hate you.`` Hermione said again and she stormed out of the Library and back to the Advanced Transfiguration dormitory with heat visually radiating off of her body. Nobody spoke to her in the halls and nobody bothered her when she entered the dormitory. Professor McGonagall excused her from the class and told her that Mr. Malfoy was in the dormitory as well.
Hermione laughed sardonically and stormed up the stairs.
She would never have to deal with Malfoy again.
~+~
A/N: Alright, so who expected that?
I am sorry about the text, I had to use `` for quotes and ` for apostrophies, because it is better than " and ' . . . right? I know it`s weird, but it works.
Please R/R!
--Saquoia--